He groans low in his throat, one arm snaking around my waist, just over Faust’s grip on me. My tongue twirls with his, but I want to hurt him. It’s reckless, wild, a consequence of how he touched me, pinched my nipple so hard I was like a puppet on a string for him.
I bite at his bottom lip, my eyes closed, but I hear him groan again, and it’s so fucking hot, nothing like the guys I’ve slept with who try to hide all the sounds of their pleasure.
He bites back, and when my eyes fly open in surprise, a moan of my own leaving my mouth, he’s staring back at me, blue-gray irises barely visible from his low lids, like he’s drunk, starving; both.
I rush my palm up, my fingers on his throat now, and he releases mine, only to trail it down my back, then…
Faust stiffens behind me, digging his fingertips so hard against my hip, I know he’ll have left a bruise.
And Sylvan is kissing me, staring at me, his lips soft and seeking now, but his hand at my back, it’s moving in a pattern, and I realize… he’s running his hand over Faust’s hard cock.
Fuck.
My heart gallops inside my chest, desire flooding through me in ways I didn’t think were possible.
But Faust’s lips come to my ear and he says, loud enough for Sylvan to hear but low enough it’s a whisper on my skin, “Tonight, it’s only her.”
“But you should let him?—”
“Just you, baby.” He cuts me off, but Sylvan doesn’t stop touching him.
Until I feel Faust’s hand reach between us and he must grip Sylvan hard enough to hurt him because he hisses through his teeth, and the motion stops.
Faust guides Sylvan’s hand around me, then hooks his fingers on the top button of my pants.
Faust’s hands cup my thighs and he says to his teammate, “Ask her.”
Sylvan dips his head so his temple is pressed to mine and for the moment, our lips part.
“I want to make you fucking come, Neve,” he says, eyes darting from one to the other, pupils nearly blown. “You wear some other man’s jersey while you watch me play. You fuck up my goal. Ideserveto be inside you.”
“Oh, you deserve it, huh?” I whisper, our lips touching.
“You cost us the game. Your pussy is the price.” He inhales deep, eyes fluttering shut one heartbeat. “Besides,” he says, staring right at me, “I can smell how wet you are already.”
My body is on fire, my pulse elevated, and Sylvan isn’t wrong in his assessment.
“Say yes,” he commands me. “Or I’ll fuck Tasia from behind and pretend she’s you. Her cunt is tight, too, and I know it’s just begging for me to come back inside. Her ass bounces when I’m deep and she told me I could take both holes next?—”
“You’re not fucking touching her,” I snarl, images of Sylvan and Tasia playing inside my mind, and I hate that it turns me on.
“Then let me touch what’s mine.”
I close my eyes for a second. Then Faust squeezes my hip, and all I say is,“Yes.”
“Good girl,” Faust says behind me, still gliding his hands up and down my hips.
“Fuck,” Slyvan mutters. Then he glances down and deftly unbuttons my pants, pushing them down until they leave myupper thighs exposed, only my bodysuit between us, and Faust’s erection pressed to my ass.
Sylvan hooks his fingers beneath the fabric covering me, palming me entirely.
I reach down with one hand and shove him lower, wanting to feel his cold fingers inside me.
“Goddamn, Neve,” he whispers, the sound strangled in his throat.
But he obliges, pushing his middle finger into my wet hole.
I can feel him watching me as I tighten around him and fall against Faust, who wraps an arm around me, keeping me up. He dips his head and kisses my neck and I moan as Sylvan pushes another finger in.
